Wating for the sun and good weather, we left our paper ships on the snow, with the hope that when it melted and became a torrent of melt water, it would drag them towards the sea..., but as that was not going to happen, we thought that perhaps by train, they would arrive more easily...

Our small poetic action Ships travelling to the sea, took place in the earlymorning of January 27 at the Cotos train station, a mountain pass near Madrid.

A long blue line, painted on the white snow, parallel to the train tracks, formed our river, on which we left 150 floating boats with lights. In those hours the train was not running, but perhaps the following day... following its wake... they would arrive at their final destination...